Midnight Quills

In ages past
A child was born,
A child who enriched lives;
Not only his generation,
But every child to follow.

A child who grew,
A child who lived,
Outside the norm;
Outside of time.

Universal hands reached out,
Seeking answers to how a DreamWorks.
Was the grown man Warner did he,
Capitulate?
The reaching hands;
Turned
Against him.

Those existences nurtured,
Grown by his own hands.
Now forgetting all the man has done,
For them.

Standing by they watch.
Chanting,
Chanting for his end.

They will be better off for it.

Or so they think

And as he died,
The children cried,
To see him on his cross.
The producer lied,
People realized,
True art of books was lost